Upon arriving home, a widow living alone, she used her right hand to unlock the door while the index finger of her left hand was on the trigger of a can of mace ready to discharge into the eyes of an intruder waiting for her on the other side. If that did not happen, her eyes grazed the apartment and stopped on the ceramic dog named Charlie. If he was still standing in front of the closet door then she could rest easy. No one was hiding in the closet.
I am glad he finally asked her out.
1 comment:
hmm? interestingly vague. good to see you are back to the blog.
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